By Cornelius Eady
I’m here to tell you an old story. ThisAppears to be my work. I live in the world,Walk the streets of...
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- By Cornelius EadySome folks will tell you the blues is a woman,Some type of supernatural creature.My mother would tell...
- By Ama CodjoeI don’t like being photographed. When we kissed at a wedding, the night grew long and luminous. You ...
- By Li-Young LeeSad is the man who is asked for a story and can’t come up with one. His five-year-old son waits in his...
- By Richard SikenDriving, dogs barking, how you get used to it. bow you make the new street yours.Trees outside the ...
- By Pamela SneedDespite horrible treatment The lack of acceptance care The threats Giving away all I stand to inherit...
- By Jessica AbughattasThe winter I leave him, I ask my parents to consider me their oldest son. To bend the rules. I could...
- By R. Erica Doyleletting the words fly like smoke uncurling from our mouths we lie in bed with dykes ten years our junior...
- By Rosamond S. KingGranny, woman I’ve slept with the most her curves ungirdled, everything—hair , flesh, breath of hers...
- By Alexis De VeauxI pray for us as evening glides over implore the gods pray for us pray for this breathing planet the...
- By Kinsale DrakeBecause my mama lost her daddy when she was too young And she didn’t know how to hold her grief so she...
- By Brandon YoungOh, don’t worry, we will let our hair down tonight— but first we must remember on this stage, the queen...
- By Brandon YoungMy father said to me once your only choices are the factories. Oil stains or the selfsame bruises. No...
- By CAConradFrank’s sister grew long blue feathers she said it was worse than cutting teeth she spent a month screaming...
- By CAConradMother was angry when Frank accused his brother of being a cartoon “but look!” Frank said “I can fold...
- By K. IverYou’ve never seen a lilac in Mississippi. Backstage you wear lotion laced with its chemical imitation...
- By Frank X. Walker...walk into a bar in America. Butterworth says, I’m being repackaged. Ben says, I’m being rebranded...
- By Isabela AgosaMy mom and I don’t spend all day talking about the white priests who raped Great Grandma Marie, unless...
- By Kwame DawesTo be introduced as a mountain of gray-blue beauty at the end of that first chapter of chatty consideration...
- By Matthew RohrerOn someone else’s estate running through it to avoid the outdoor wedding there is a grave in a little...